The dog had dirt on me.
He had dirt on everyone.
He had his dossier.
'Now what letter should I put him under.'
He got confused easily.
'You would too, this guy has more pen names than I do clean underwear.'
Well, let's not go there.
By the time I'm done writing this, you'll be shitting and sniffing your jocks again.
Gartland is the great pretender.
He's never been in a war zone.
His poetry paints a picture of a seasoned war correspondent.
'Does being raped by six sexy ladyboys at a short time hotel off Suriwong count?
Of course, it does, John. Of course, it does.
